"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
You, my darling I always wanted you I was willing to wait for you Like a kid waiting in line For their turn to go on the merry-go-around
By Isabella Renteria3 years ago in Poets
Some may think that the sun is just a little orb In the distance and keeping them warm And there’s nothing interesting about it at all
If there ever comes a day When we meet again As older adults You, standing in front of me Someone else is with you
The gentle falling snowflakes Cold to the touch But mesmerizing to watch Pure white covers the trees Such a beautiful sight to see
I wonder what it’d be like in a few years Me growing old with you Our youth has faded with time But that did not stop us
How I miss the days so often When I’d camp out with my friends Waking up to see the sunlight Peeking out above the mountains
I’d followed you across the earth The universe would’ve allowed me to do so I felt like I’ve known you forever But at the same time, I don’t
I was waiting for you Like a kid waiting for a swing line In the park A little excitement and a little fear Of someone else
You know how time passes by so fast It makes you feel weary sometimes As you realize how long it’s been I remember how time makes me feel so old
I used to think the world was okay And I could have everything I wanted But then the reality hit me I learned it in the hard way
The bright yellow sun burns my eyes But I love to look at it Because when I do I am welcomed in its warmth The soft glow it gives when rising up to the top
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain, Hiding the tears that fall like rain. Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but This ache in my heart rips in my gut.